
You know that feeling? It's not deja vu, you swear it's real, not a brainchem fork, you're sure you hear that thing but you heard something just like it some while ago. That's what it is, it's a throughline.

You know that feeling? It's not deja vu, you swear it's real, not a brainchem fork, you're sure you hear that thing but you heard something just like it some while ago. That's what it is, it's a throughline.
Tigers savaged our picnic?
The hambone, with bubble sound effects for no apparent reason!
Start of the Bo Diddley Beat was an instrument called the diddly bow, which you make with a hook on the side of your shack and a piece of old washline cord. You play it by varying the tension and the force of your plucks, letting the cord whap the side of the house to time out a beat to your yodelin'. Of course, you do this when your momma ain't home.
Thank you for catching flies, but don't let your kids bite me.
Only works when you believe it does.
Seize the means of progduction!
This culture weirds me out.
Yeah, that Cohn tune gathers garlands of trite today, but when preceded properly, regains a bit.
I still don't get it.
Ye'll be sharkbait afore the mornin'